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Let me tell you what it’s like.  Everything is heavy: your chest, your arms, your head.  You want to lie down.  You always want to lie down.  And you want to close your eyes.  And stop.  You’re so tired, but you don’t pass out.  You rarely sleep.  You lay on your bed, or, if you’re even more pathetic, on the floor.

Your uncle in Indiana has a gun safe.  The combination is 14-16-10.

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